April 25, 2011
Easter is always a magical holiday. This year it was made even more special by the loud scream that startled me and my husband out of bed at 5:45 am.
"It's all gone!" my daughter cried as she flung herself onto our bed.
"He ate everything!" one of my older sons wailed. He held up an Easter basket that was largely empty.
These statements proved to be an exaggeration. While everyone else in the house was sleeping, my toddler hadn't eaten everything in everyone's Easter baskets. He had, however, taken at least one bite out of most things.
When we found him, the perpetrator was sitting in the middle of the family room floor...in the dark. His mouth was full of chocolate (and foil wrappers). His siblings' Easter baskets were all around him. Needless to say, he was very happy.
When my husband turned the lights on, Kellen collapsed on the floor in a heap. "Arghhhhhhhh!" he cried.
"What's up?" I asked. You would have thought that it was the Apocalypse.
That's when I saw the white chocolate bunny protruding from his basket.
It had been decapitated.